big fish hooks

Iso, eating these ghettos off the hook like milo Werdios out like cold wind blows They need to lay low Like when biggie couldn’t get upstairs When nas and buster was trying to flo You dealing with someone who’s his own mastero Sound off steel music like the alamo You hear the shot size jumbo Shotgun right in your ear hole like dumbo Lend me your ear reader he’s the combo I’m eating every tier of the game like gumbo I need 2 16s plus two suppers, in my chambers To the point I can spit pyro, from my food of soul Enroll Coal flames and cold chains in my veins Bringing your cardio, back to the roots like cario